Poems by George William Russell
Carrowmore
... And the Land of Youth lies gleaming, flushed with rainbow light and mirth, ...
The Winds of Angus
... And burning multitudes pour through my heart, too bright, too blind, ...
Momentary
... The well I digged you soon shall pass: ...
To One Consecrated
... They see your brow is crowned and bright, ...
The Robing of the King
... Through the leaves the flakes of moon-fire fall like phantom tears ...
The Feast of Age
... SEE where the light streams over Connlas fountain ...
